DAUGHTER OF WAR
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results if they really want to.
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likely it is an accident and I'm not aware that they are. It's just my bad communication skills.
Starscream smiled as she walked down familiar streets towards the centre of Veradoon. She'd decided not to scare people by wearing her full battle armour and
chosen a wide cloak to hide her missing breasts instead - not that that wouldn't make a lot of people nervous as well - but it made her feel naked and
vulnerable. As she watched the local femmes go about their usual day to day business she knew that she could never live this kind of life. Nor could she
imagine anything like this for Skywarp or Wildrider.
'I guess it's true,' she thought to herself happily. 'We warrior femmes really are a different breed. We were meant to be what we are.'
She turned to face the voice, laser gun ready under her cloak. Another advantage of her odd bit of clothing was that she could carry and draw weapons without
A tall scientist stepped out of the shadow wearing a welcoming smile.
"Nightwing," Starscream greeted her, relaxing instantly. The civilian probably never noticed that she'd momentarily assumed a battle stance. "I see you have
done well for yourself."
"Indeed, I have," Nightwing confirmed. "I never had your brains, but I still managed to get through the academy with good grades and landed a job in a big
"That's good to hear. How's Shade?" Starscream asked suddenly remembering her other childhood friend.
"Oh, Shade's really made it. She's assistant headmistress at the girls' secondary school now," Nightwing told her with a fond smile. "We've been very worried
about you, though. What have you been doing? Have you finally decided on a profession?"
"No," grinned Starscream. "In some way I never did. I've done a little of everything, you know, repairs to and development of machinery, some minor field
repairs and even assisted with bigger surgeries when we were shorthanded, exploring planets and cultures, planning and fighting of battles. I've got a son and
daughter. The only thing I never did was the one thing I've always dreamed of. I never did become leader of the Decepticons. If Megatron were a little less
good looking, though ..."
Nightwing laughed. "Yes, that always was Shade's little dream as well. She even went out with the Emperor a few times. Always thought that if only she could
have held his attention ... but they say that he's taken a permanent mate now and hasn't seen anyone else for more than a single night in a decade."
"Yes, indeed," Starscream said, wondering what Nightwing would make of her smile as she gave the metal band around her wrist a little shake. This secret, too,
was well hidden by the cloak.
"But really Starscream, what is it you're doing now? There's got to be a word to describe whatever you're doing at the moment."
"Talking to an old friend?" Starscream suggested mock innocently.
Nightwing rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on!"
"Alright, right now I'm Air Commander and second in command and here on a rather important recruiting mission."
"Oh get real, Starscream!"
Calmly and making sure that nobody else would see, Starscream let the cloak slip off her right wing to reveal the proud warrior symbol underneath.
"Recruiting mission?" she finally repeated dumbly.
"Yes, we require more female recruits now that they are no longer bound to a vow of chastity, so for the first time we are recruiting openly. I'm here to show
this year's graduates just how far a femme can go in the army. Shade may have done well and gained an important position in this city, but not only have I
left this city behind entirely, Nightwing, I've been someone on thousands of other worlds. As I already said, I've done it all. I've gone further than her
"Even the Megatron dream?" Nightwing asked with an odd inflection.
With a start Starcream realised that when she'd let the cloak slide off it had revealed the arm with the bracelet as well. Since it was too late to hide it
again she lifted her hand to show it off proudly.
"If it'll help, you can tell her that no little dizzy-headed whore ever stood a chance to hold his attention. They are minor amusements to him, but can never
truly satisfy him. To be the partner of a mech like him, you need to be as hard and strong as he is. Only a warrior femme ever stood a chance."